Chapter 388: Master of Time Management! Send a Funeral Bell Tomorrow Night!
Several hours later, nearing evening, the sky over Magic City was painted in hues of bruised purple and burning orange.
Shen Anyu's luxury motorcade stopped quietly at the VIP entrance of the Magic City Film and Television City. He had personally escorted the Heavenly Queen, Zhong Lingyin, to her crew. Because of the "incident" earlier that day—where she was nearly kidnapped by the Martial God Hall—she had missed several crucial scenes and now needed to pull an all-nighter to reshoot.
"Baby, if you're too tired, then don't shoot anymore. The penalty fee is nothing to me. Don't exhaust yourself; I'll support you."
Shen Anyu brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his voice gentle and doting.
"Mmm, husband, Lingyin knows! I act because I love it, second only to my husband and music! But I'll listen to my husband and won't tire myself out. Muah!"
Zhong Lingyin stood on tiptoe, her face flushed with happiness. She planted a fleeting, sweet kiss on his cheek, then waved her hand. She watched Shen Anyu's disappearing back with deep affection in her starry eyes, standing there like a wife watching her husband go to war, ignoring the stunned gazes of the director and the crew nearby.
Meanwhile, Shen Anyu turned around. The moment he stepped away from Zhong Lingyin, his aura shifted slightly. The doting lover remained, but the target changed.
He signaled the driver and moved to another set within the same massive studio complex.
Walking through the chaotic bustle of the film set, he arrived at the resting area for the drama The Peerless Concubine. He smiled and waved to the stunning girl in the ancient costume sitting under a parasol.
"Feifei, I'm here to pick you up."
"Mmm, husband! I'm coming right over!"
Wen Feifei's eyes instantly curved into crescent moons. The fatigue of a day's filming vanished instantly upon seeing him. She hiked up her intricate skirts and ran towards him, resembling a butterfly fluttering into a flame.
Standing not far away, holding a stack of documents, was Lu Xiuhan, the President of the entertainment company.
Lu Xiuhan, who had rushed over upon hearing that the Young Master of the Shen Family was visiting, witnessed this entire sequence. He stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape, looking at Shen Anyu with a gaze filled with immense, almost religious admiration.
'Goodness…' Lu Xiuhan thought, wiping a bead of cold sweat from his forehead. 'He just dropped off the Heavenly Queen Zhong Lingyin at Gate A, and ten minutes later, he's picking up the rising superstar Wen Feifei at Gate B?'
'Not a minute wasted. Not a single emotional conflict. Both women are the top beauties of the entertainment industry, yet he handles them with the precision of a Swiss watch. This... this isn't just charm. This is art!'
'His time management is truly Master-level; one can't help but be impressed! Compared to Young Master Shen, those so-called "playboys" in the circle are mere amateurs!'
[Ding! Detected Child of Destiny Lu Xiuhan's favorability +6!]
[Ding! Plundering +18,000 Destiny Value!]
...
While Shen Anyu took the blushing Wen Feifei into his car, heading towards a high-end French restaurant for a candlelight dinner and a romantic night...
On the other side of the city, the atmosphere was far less romantic.
[Location: Jiangjing Manor - Living Room]
The luxurious chandelier cast a warm, golden light over the room, but for Ye Linyuan, the world felt cold and grey.
Ye Linyuan, the "Child of Destiny" with the Seven Senior Sisters archetype, was currently acting like a clingy, curious baby. He leaned close to his Seventh Senior Sister, Yang Luoluo, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and dread.
"Little Sister, do you really not have a boyfriend? There's no need to hide it. We grew up together! If you hide it from me, your dearest Junior Brother, I'll be very sad. My heart will break!"
Yang Luoluo sat on the sofa, hugging a plush cushion. Hearing his question, she firmly shook her head in denial. Her ponytail bobbed with the motion.
"No! I don't!"
But seeing Ye Linyuan's face droop, looking like a kicked puppy, her soft heart wavered. After all, this was the Junior Brother she had grown up with. She bit her lip, looked around to ensure no one else was listening, and immediately added in a hushed whisper:
"Little Yezi, come here. I'll tell you, but you absolutely must not tell anyone else! Especially my Senior Sisters! If Second Sister finds out, I'm dead!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Linyuan immediately became excited. His spine straightened, and his eyes shone with a renewed light.
'She's willing to share her secret with me! Little Sister Yang Luoluo would only tell me and not her other Senior Sisters! This clearly means she trusts me the most! I am special to her!'
However, in Yang Luoluo's mind, Shen Anyu's dominant instructions surfaced.
'As long as you don't let the other Sisters know for now, it's fine. A little jealousy from others doesn't matter.'
Thinking of her Master Brother, a blush naturally crept up her neck. She looked at Ye Linyuan and spoke with a voice dripping with shy sweetness:
"Little Yezi, Little Sister truly doesn't have a 'boyfriend' in the official sense... but I already have a man I like."
Ye Linyuan's smile froze.
Yang Luoluo didn't notice. She hugged the cushion tighter, her eyes losing focus as she recalled the scene in the bedroom earlier—the heat of Shen Anyu's chest, the strength of his arms.
"And... I even secretly kissed him today. I gave him my first kiss."
After saying this, Yang Luoluo's face was full of happiness and sweetness. She looked like a girl completely immersed in the pink bubbles of first love.
Crack!
It was the sound of a heart shattering into a million pieces.
Or perhaps it was the sound of Ye Linyuan's sanity snapping.
Ye Linyuan stood frozen in place. His expression was a masterpiece of shock, horror, and utter disbelief. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning on a sunny day.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan is dumbfounded!]
[Ding! Plundering +29,999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! CRITICAL HIT! Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan's romantic storyline has suffered a major setback!]
[Ding! Extra Plundering +200,000 Destiny Value!]
...
The silence in the room was deafening.
In Ye Linyuan's mind, Yang Luoluo's words, full of happiness and sweetness, echoed like a curse, looping endlessly.
Already has a man she likes...
Secretly kissed...
First kiss...
"Pfft—"
Ye Linyuan almost wanted to vomit blood. A metallic taste rose in his throat. His heart was completely consumed by a corrosive, burning jealousy that felt like acid eating through his veins.
He could originally deceive himself. He could tell himself that Little Sister was still pure and innocent, that she only cared about martial arts, that she didn't understand men. He thought he had time. He thought he was the only male allowed in her world.
But he never expected her to actually have a man she liked.
And not just liked—she actively offered her first kiss!
That was the First Kiss of the future Martial Goddess! It was supposed to be his!
His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Veins bulged on his forehead.
'Who? Who is it?!'
He just wanted to know, who was that man? No, who was that bastard? That thief! That beast who dared to defile his pure Little Sister!
"Who is he?!" Ye Linyuan's voice was hoarse, almost a growl.
However, Yang Luoluo refused to say anything. She simply giggled, keeping the secret close to her heart. When Ye Linyuan pressed her, stepping closer with red eyes, she even directly gave him a flick on the forehead.
Thwack!
"Ouch!" Ye Linyuan gasped in pain, clutching his forehead, the physical pain nothing compared to the emotional damage.
"Little Yezi, stop asking! You're being annoying!" Yang Luoluo stood up, smoothing her skirt. "You just need to know that Little Sister really, really likes that man. I want to be with him for a lifetime. That's enough for you to know."
"It's late. Go rest. Good night!"
Yang Luoluo waved her hand with a giggle, skipping out of the living room with light, joyous steps, leaving a trail of youthful fragrance behind her.
"Little Sister... no..."
Ye Linyuan stood alone in the grand living room. He watched Little Sister Yang Luoluo's figure gradually disappear up the stairs.
He covered his forehead with one hand, gasping for air as if drowning. He futilely reached out his other hand towards her retreating back, his fingers grasping at empty air, as if trying to hold back the time that had already slipped away.
By the time Little Sister Yang Luoluo's figure completely vanished around the corner, Ye Linyuan slowly lowered his hand.
His face was gloomy, covered in shadows. His expression was no longer that of a sunny junior brother, but like the dark clouds before a chaotic storm.
"Damn it... Damn it!!"
"Who is that bastard man?!"
...
[Location: Yang Luoluo's Bedroom]
Yang Luoluo hummed a little tune as she opened her door.
"Second... Second Senior Sister? You... why are you in my bedroom?"
Yang Luoluo skipped and jumped inside, a sweet smile still plastered on her face. But as soon as she closed the door and turned around, she was startled.
Sitting elegantly on the edge of her bed was Second Senior Sister, Liu Ruyan.
Liu Ruyan was wearing a crimson silk nightgown that accentuated her devilish curves. Her long legs were crossed, and her fox-like eyes were narrowed slightly, glowing with a dangerous intelligence.
She smiled at Luoluo, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She looked like a judge waiting for a confession.
"Luoluo. You're back."
"There were too many people earlier in the living room, so I saved you some Face. But don't think your Second Senior Sister is a fool."
Liu Ruyan stood up slowly, stalking towards Yang Luoluo like a predator cornering a rabbit. She reached out, her cool finger tracing the outline of Yang Luoluo's lips.
"What kind of 'mosquito' can bite your lips so red and so swollen? And leave the scent of... a man's cologne?"
"Confess honestly! Was it Shen Anyu?"
Yang Luoluo's small face immediately panicked. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Now that Fifth Sister Zhong Lingyin was gone and Master Brother was away, no one could help her out. She was trapped!
She could only bite the bullet, closing her eyes tight.
"Second Senior Sister, please don't ask anymore! I... I won't tell!"
Saying this, Yang Luoluo stiffened her long, fair neck, looking up at the ceiling with an expression of tragic heroism, as if she was a revolutionary ready to be executed rather than betray her comrade.
Her stance was firm: She wouldn't confess even under the ten most brutal tortures!
"Oh? You won't confess, huh?"
Liu Ruyan's long, charming fox eyes curved upwards, a mischievous, slightly sadistic smile appearing on her red lips.
"Very well. Then don't blame Sister for using 'Enhanced Interrogation Techniques'."
She immediately pounced on Yang Luoluo, tackling her onto the soft mattress.
"Ah! Sister!"
"Confess! Confess!"
Liu Ruyan pinned Luoluo's wrists and mercilessly attacked her sensitive spots—her armpits and waist.
"Hehehe... hehehe... Second Senior Sister, you... don't tickle... don't tickle my... armpit... spare... spare me..."
"Will you tell? Will you tell me who the wild man is?"
"No... won't tell... Hahaha! I won't!"
...
As the two top-tier beauties playfully wrestled on the bed, the scene was breathtaking. Their clothes lifted in the struggle, revealing glimpses of snowy white skin, slender legs, and the beautiful curves of youth. The room was filled with the sound of laughter, gasps, and the rustling of silk sheets.
Unfortunately, this scene was unseen by anyone—
Cough cough. No. It was seen by someone.
Miles away, in a high-end French restaurant.
Shen Anyu sat elegantly, holding a wine glass. In his retina, a transparent digital interface was projected.
Through the camera eye of the [Nanometer Monitoring Robot] he had attached to Luoluo earlier, he watched this live broadcast with great interest.
'Not bad. The visual impact of Ruyan and Luoluo together is quite... stimulating.'
Shen Anyu took a sip of his wine, hiding his smirk. Women playfully wrestling was quite entertaining to watch. It sparked an idea in his mind.
'One day in the future... I won't just watch. I will definitely gather a group of great beauties—Lingyin, Ruyan, Luoluo, Feifei, all of them—to fight in a huge, huge swimming pool. And I will be the referee.'
"Husband? Husband? Time to open the champagne!"
A sweet, coquettish voice pulled him back to reality.
Wen Feifei held a bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon, shaking it playfully in front of Shen Anyu's face. She looked at him with curious confusion, wondering why her man had such a strange expression for a split second—a mix of amusement and a hunger that wasn't directed at the food.
"Cough cough, alright. My apologies. I was just admiring your beauty."
Shen Anyu came back to his senses instantly. He smiled, his eyes refocusing on the stunning girl before him. He took the bottle.
Pop!
The cork flew, and the pale gold liquid gushed out, fizzing into the crystal flutes.
"To celebrate our dearest and most beautiful Miss Wen Feifei!" Shen Anyu raised his glass, his voice low and magnetic. "For wrapping up her role perfectly today, and for her inevitable rise to becoming the most famous superstar in the world!"
The candlelight danced in the reflection of the wine. The atmosphere was thick with romance and pheromones.
Listening to Shen Anyu's blessings, Wen Feifei's eyes curved into crescent moons, drunk on his praise before she even touched the alcohol.
"Husband... you are so good to me."
She put down her glass and leaned over the table. She proactively offered her cherry-red lips, making a soft, inviting sound.
"Husband... I'll reward you tonight! I learned a new... technique."
Shen Anyu's gaze darkened. He smiled as he placed the champagne on the table, ignoring the expensive liquid spilling slightly. He stood up and pulled her into his arms.
"This reward isn't enough," he whispered against her ear, his hand sliding down to wrap around the beauty's slender, flexible waist. "I want everything."
Wen Feifei shivered, melting into his embrace.
What followed was a long, sleepless night.
[Location: Modu - A Skyscraper Rooftop]
And at this very moment.
The night wind howled, whipping across the top of a skyscraper overlooking the city's glittery expanse.
A figure stood on the edge of the parapet, his trench coat flapping violently in the wind.
It was the Blood Skull leader, the Asura Demon King, Chu Yun.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes locked onto a distant cluster of lights—the Modu Ji Family Villa.
His eyes burned with a hatred that could incinerate the city.
"Ji Family..."
"Tomorrow is your reckoning."
Chu Yun's lips curled into a terrifying sneer. His voice was low, raspy, and sounded like it came directly from the deepest pit of Hell:
"Eighty-year birthday celebration? A joyous occasion?"
"Hehe... Enjoy your last night of peace."
"I'll send the funeral bell tomorrow night!"
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